Secrets Spoken to the Moon
I spilled my secrets to the Moon,
She listened and filled the night with gloom,
The Sun came up unaware, as to why the morning dew smelled like tears
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PoesíaMy internal feelings were bubbling into thoughts, forming into words, growing wings, and taking flight, reaching the ears and minds of others, expressing something more significant than a sentence, a hollowed moment of life's waves. I hope these wo...
Secrets Spoken to the Moon
Secrets Spoken to the Moon
I spilled my secrets to the Moon,
She listened and filled the night with gloom,
The Sun came up unaware, as to why the morning dew smelled like tears
